It isn't a story, the aerial view is the only view. You never mistook it, your error was to imagine another (altogether better!) aerial view in some sort of outside that all these faces were telling you about, which had to be the real one, and you bit hard into it. If it isn't a story there's no one in it. Well, have a good look around, do you see anyone? Have you ever seen anyone? If it's happening it must be happening somewhere, if there's an inside there must be an outside too, and you could be standing there watching it seethe like clouds of coloured light, but since there's no such outside there's no such happening either. Call it experience, event, it's all the same. Realise you are completely inside and the inside falls away like the proverbial ladder. Only gestures are left, inarticulate grunts and yawps; the first distinction is suddenly not there, not not there - it's the only thing it could never be: you if any one is left to ask.